Still, I wasn’t a total asshole. My heart might be hardened, but a part of it still felt Irving’s pain and wanted to offer him something in return. “Yeah, family is really shit sometimes,” I said. “But anyone who doesn’t treat you right can fuck off.”
I guess I said something right because Irving actually gave me his smile after I spoke. “Yeah, they can fuck off,” he answered.
The waiter showed up again, sliding me my meal and pouring some more coffee in Irving’s cup. I felt a jolt of hunger in my belly and set to work devouring the burger immediately, the grease of it dripping between my fingers.
Ezra cleared his throat. “You’re not going to take us on a trip down memory lane, I get that. And you’re not going to tell us anymore about Frisk either, I imagine.”
When he said Frisk’s name, I looked up from my burger, instinctively glancing at the windows and the front and back exits, then returning to my food. “That’s right.”
“But maybe,” Ezra said, “we could entice you to share a little more with us anyway?”
“Entice me?”
Ezra draped his arm over Irving’s shoulders, and Irving’s eyes got a little wider. “Entice you.”
I chuckled, shoving a few of the fries in my mouth. “You can certainly try, although I still don’t get why you give a damn.”
“Because you’re mysterious,” Ezra said. “And sexy.”
“And because we’re worried about you,” Irving added.
That last one actually stopped my chewing for a second. I grabbed a napkin, wiping off my hands and mouth, then tossed it back on the table. “Why the hell would you be worried about me?”
“Duh,” Ezra answered. “There’s clearly, like, a crime syndicate trying to track you down.”
“And we saw all the nice things you did for the shop,” Irving added. “Why wouldn’t we care about you?”
I waved my hand, eager to dismiss whatever little favors I had done them. Who the hell cared if I took the time to intimidate a few teenagers? Ezra had paid me fifty fucks anyway. And I’d only bothered to clean those windows because I needed to work out some of the anger I was feeling. They might think I was some good guy at heart, but they’d be sorely mistaken if they actually got to know me.
“You can try to entice me all you want, but as soon as I’m done with this burger, I’m planning on going back to that motel and getting down to business. We’re burning daylight sitting here.” I took a big bite of my burger to demonstrate, my eyes still trained on the windows out of some instinct to protect.
Ezra trailed his hand across Irving’s cheek, causing Irving to wiggle a little bit in response. “What would it take to convince you to tell us why Frisk’s guys are looking for you? Maybe a little private show back in the motel?”
I noticed the way Irving’s cheeks turned pink when Ezra said it. Of course, I had been thinking about the little show they gave me the day before pretty much all morning. There was the way their cocks looked, sticking out stiff against their underwear as they stroked each other’s cheeks and kissed on that cheap bed. And there was the way they each moaned when I touched them, their whimpers and pleading tugging straight at my heart and a few other places, too.
“You trying to negotiate with me?” I asked.
Ezra leaned over to Irving, whispering in his ear. Irving laughed nervously, glanced at me, and then nodded.
“How about something a little more exciting, then?” He laid his hand on Irving’s wrist, closing his fingers and holding Irving tight. “Maybe I’ll tie up Irving for you?”
My heart pounded a little faster.
These guys were full of fucking surprises.
Not surprising, though, was the way my cock was reacting. The idea of taking control of Irving in a real way got my blood pumping fast. I could have dominated him without the help of some bondage, but I just knew how sexy he would look, bound up like a present for me. And I knew that I could take my time with him and bring him to a point of pleasure that would blow his Montana fucking mind.
“Oh, we’re onto something,” Irving said.
“Something good,” Ezra cooed.
I swallowed, trying to shake the image of Irving, hands behind his back and ass up in the air. When they kept staring at me with those wide, expectant eyes, I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.
“You think I’d be happy with just one of you tied up?” I grabbed another handful of fries, eager to make my way through the meal and get started.
Ezra reached across the table, wrapping his fingers around Irving’s wrists. “Two for one?”
I chuckled again, shaking my head. I hated to admit it, but these guys were making an impression far beyond how sexy they looked together.
